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Post-Outbreak: keep you warm

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keep you warm (x !freader) • 1.3k • AO3 • 🌸 You reveal to Joel that you are carrying his child. He vows to keep you both safe and warm, always.

never felt so loved (x f!reader) • 2.5k • AO3 • 🖤🌸 Your new life in Jackson and progressing pregnancy bring forth fears that haunt your days and nights. Joel finds a way to show you just how loved you are. -> Knitting 101 with Joel Miller 🌸

cravings (x f!reader) • 3.4k • AO3 • 🌸 Your pregnancy hormones have you craving three things: figs, coffee, and Joel. He’s more than happy to accommodate you.

two hearts, one bond (x f!reader) • 3.2k • AO3 • 🖤 🌸 Joel experiences sympathetic pregnancy.

AU Series: You wanted this fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader

Series Masterlist

You wanted this • 3.1k • pt. 1 • AO3 • 🌶 Joel and you have a fun dynamic going. You provoke him, he punishes you - you both get off. When you meet him after you’ve fucked someone else, he decides to show you who you belong to. It’s all fun and games, right?

Wet • 3.3k • pt. 2 • AO3 • 🌶 You run into Joel at the gym. Seeing him all sweaty in his gym shorts turns you on, so you fuck him in the whirpool.

Don't ruin the sofa • 6.5k • pt. 3 • AO3 (🖤) 🌶 🌸 After a phone call brings up repressed emotions, you decide to buy a new sofa. Joel assembles it for you, then fucks you on it. 

What you need • 2.9k • pt. 4 • AO3 • 🌶 🌸 Joel is sick and your pussy's the best medicine.

Trouble • 5.3k • pt. 5 • AO3 • 🌶 🌸 After you’ve distracted Joel from work with your explicit texts all day, he decides to teach you a lesson. 

No broken hearts • 8.3k • pt. 6 • AO3 • 🖤🌶 After Joel fucks you against a gas station wall, you run into an old friend. A bottle of wine and a smashed mirror later, you make a late-night call from your bathroom floor.

Sunshine • 6.7k • pt. 7 • AO3 • 🖤 A spontaneous meeting in a bar lays bare some uncomfortable truths.

Sink or swim • 12.3k • pt. 8 • AO3 • 🖤 (🌶) 🌸 You reminisce about the late-night conversation that changed your life forever. Joel shares a secret.

↪ why her? • 4.6k • AO3 • 🖤 Joel tells Tommy that he’s been seeing you.

💫 Callisto I • 10.2k • pt. 9 • AO3 • 🖤🌸 Your car ride home from the beach is...eventful. Joel does something special for you to express his feelings.

Callisto II -> coming soon

More: You wanted this fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader

we shouldn't • 2.9k • AO3 • 🌸 (🖤🌶) Joel holds your hand after a night out. It makes you feel things you don’t want to feel.

Miscellaneous One-Shots

pretty eyes (x f!reader) • 1.5k • AO3 • 🌶 You show Joel how much you love his ass.

Distraction

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompts: "You need to distract me. Do something, anything." & Kissing as a distraction

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Din's visor tilted at the sight of you, his modulated voice as charming as ever as he greeted you at your doorway. "Hey."

All you could do was blink at him in response, your gaze transfixed on the sight of his gloved hand clutching the hilt of a blade that was lodged between his shoulder and his chest.

"Can I come in?"

His words finally snapped you back into action. You all but tugged him inside, the anxious knot wounding itself even tighter within your chest when you heard him grunt at the movement. After securing the door closed, you turned back to Din and properly assessed the situation.

Your eyes weren't deceiving you. There was still a blade lodged inside his flesh, and he didn't seem worried about it whatsoever—despite how much crimson you saw staining his flight suit. "Shit, Din." You fussed as you practically ran around your flat in search of your medpac. "Shit."

Din huffed. "Don't you want to know how it happened?"

You fixed him with a look across the room. "You can tell me while we're fixing it."

Din hummed as you approached with the medpac. You eased him into the nearest chair and set the supplies on the table. "I'm gonna need a better distraction than that."

Your furrowed your brow, but didn't step preparing everything you would need to assist him. "What do you mean?"

Your stare remained on your hands as they sorted through the supplies in record time, but you were forced to stop when Din set his gloved hand over them. You looked back up at his visor, watching as he nodded towards the hilt of the blade. "I need you to take this out for me."

Your throat tightened with panic, but you spoke around it. "You... don't want to do that yourself?"

"I can't. It'll be too painful." Din tilted his helmet at you. "Haven't you done this before?"

Your voice was so strained that it was just a squeal. "No!"

Din's hand tightened around yours. "Listen. It's gonna be just fine. Once it's out, the pain will be more than manageable."

He took one of your hands and guided it to the hilt. Your racing heart plunged into your stomach, threatening to make you sick as you instead swallowed hard and focused on Din rather than yourself.

"I only need you to do two things for me. Okay?"

You nodded, more than happy to let Din's soothing voice guide you. It came as no surprise to you that he was the calmer one in this situation, despite the fact he was also the one with the weapon in his shoulder.

"You need to pull this out, and you need to distract me while you do it."

Your gaze searched his visor. "What kind of distraction do you need me to do?"

You instinctively tightened your grasp on the hilt, causing a tight groan to slip through Din's modulator that had clearly caught him by surprise. His next words were curt, but not angered. "Do something. Anything."

You nodded and gently adjusted your grasp. You thought through all your options, looking upon Din for something that you could use to distract him. If talking wouldn't be enough, then there had to be something more powerful.

Your gaze caught on the lip of his helmet. It would be a risky move, but with the fogginess of your panic for him blinding you, you didn't bother to consider the consequences. All you cared about was blinding his pain.

The first move you made was straddling him on the chair, which Din clearly didn't mind, based on the quick way he secured you there. Then, with the hand not clutching the weapon in his shoulder, you lifted his helmet just enough to press your parted lips against his.

It was sweet relief, an acknowledgement shared in the sighs between you, and for a moment it made you forget why you had done it. But the weight of the hilt in your hand still remained, even if the warmth of Din's mouth was a strong distraction.

You were right to make this choice. If he was enough to distract you, then you were no doubt more than enough to distract him.

Your hand on his jaw, which still balanced the metal rim of his helmet, tilted his head back further to deepen the kiss. The moment you pushed your tongue into his mouth, you tugged hard on the blade, freeing it from his shoulder.

Din released his groan into you, his teeth capturing your lip as he did so, but he never broke away from you. Instead, after a few heavy breaths, he simply returned the favor by exploring your mouth with a passion that left you breathless.

But again, the weight of the blade in your hand was too heavy to ignore.

You forced yourself to pull away from him, your brow shooting up as you did so. "That's enough of the distraction, Din." You showed him the blade in your hand. "It's out. We need to fix it now."

Din's gloved hand wrapped around the back of your neck. "It's fine. I can survive for a few more minutes."

When he made the move to kiss you again, you stopped him by setting your thumb over his lips. "Din." Your eyes were at least double their usual size. "You're bleeding out."

Din paused, his hand only leaving your neck to take the lip of his helmet from you. He removed it from his head completely, leaving you to gape in an entirely different way than you had before. His brow rose as his brown gaze burned at you with the same flame of desire that you had lit deep within yourself.

If the sound of Din's natural voice wasn't enough to make you melt on top of him, then the words he spoke certainly were. "Does it look like I give a fuck?"

You yet again blinked at him in surprise, unable to do anything except let the blade clatter to the floor as you willingly went back to him again. You kissed him like your lives depended on it, because—in a way—Din's did. And that's the way he wanted it.

He had just proven that you were more tempting to him than life itself, and that's what made it impossible to put an end to this "distraction."

DIN DJARIN: PROMPTS & HEADCANONS

Each story below focuses on Din Djarin, with pairings for each story indicated along with summaries.

Stories marked with an asterisk (*) contain sexual, though not explicit/graphic, content.

My ratings are as follows: G (all ages), T (13+), M (18+)

Last updated: October 2, 2024

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DIALOGUE PROMPTS

“Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!” / “You saved my life.” / Taking care of the other when sick or injured (x)

“I love you.” / “Can I kiss you?” (x)

“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.” / “Sit down, I‘ll get it.” (x)

“You’re cute when you’re half asleep.” / “How long have you been standing there?” (x)

“Don’t cry.” / “Stay there, I’m coming to get you” (x)

“You’re jealous!” / “I think I love you” (x)

“I’m sorry, but… who are you?” / “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression” / “I’ve got you” (x)

“Shh. Don’t cry.”/ “I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you.” (x)

“Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest.” (x)

Cuddling in comfortable silence before murmuring “I love you” and “I’ve been in love with you for years” (x)

“Actually… I just miss you.” (x)

Whispering “I love you” when you think they’re asleep one night, but you don’t know they’re still awake until after the words have left your lips. (x)

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” (x)

“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” (x)

“You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?” / “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.” (x)

“Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?” (x)

“But it’s my fault, right?” (x)

“You look like something’s bothering you… You can talk to me if you need to.” (x)

“No… No! Come on, I can’t lose you!” / “You make me feel safe.” / “Don’t let me go.” (x)

“Can I give you a hug? You look upset.” (x)

“You didn’t deserve that… You deserve so much better.” (x)

“Your voice is so relaxing.” (x)

“I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” (x)

“Are you equipped to deal with this?“ “Absolutely not.” (x)

“Let me have a look.” / “Tell me who did this to you.” (x)

“Who did this to you?” [silence] “Hey, look at me. Who did this to you?” / “Nobody is going to hurt you.” “But—” “You’re safe.” / “I’m going to get you out of here, okay?” (x)

“Are you crying?” (x)

“I don’t have anyone anymore.” "You have me.” (x)

"How long are you gonna sit there?” “All night if I have to.” (x)

“Well, if anybody were to kiss me, I would want that person to be you.” (x)

“Somebody’s in love!” (x)

“I swear, if you die, I’ll kill you twice.” “I love you too much to die twice.” “Rightfully so.” (x)

“Just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything, by the way. Not in that way, at least. Unless you want it to mean something. I don’t mind. That’s cool.” / “…” “…” “Do you want to kiss?” “Yeah.” (x)

“Are they making you uncomfortable? I can do something about it.” (x)

“How long did you think you could hide that?” (x)

“Don’t look at them. Look at me.” (x)

“Talk to me.” / ‘Would it help if I stayed?“ (x)

“Just breathe, it’ll be over soon.” / “I’m sorry—.” “No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault.” (x)

“They’re coming for you. Right? That’s why you’re pushing me away like an idiot? Because you don’t want me getting hurt?” / “You say you’re dangerous. That you destroy everything you touch. So destroy me. Ruin me. Tear me apart, and let me love you all the same.” (x)

“I knew you’d feel guilty; You do understand that I’d take a thousand wounds if it meant keeping you safe, don’t you?” / “​​Why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected?” / “I’m going to protect you, now. Because that’s what we do for the ones we love. We keep them safe.” (x)

Admiring them when they’re asleep & “I’m okay. You can go back to sleep.” (x)

“Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you happy?” “I dropped everything to be with you! Everything!” / “Don’t you want the same?” (x)

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?” (x)

“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!” (x)

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?” (x)

“If I could be a different person, I promise you, I would be.” (x)

“You could have died, you know.” “I’m fine. There’s nothing for you to worry about.” / “I’m afraid of losing you, okay?” (x)

“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.” / “You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.” (x)

“Why is it that whenever we see each other, you’re always covered in blood?” (x)

“You need to distract me. Do something, anything.” (x)

“Why not tonight? I’m even wearing something pretty.” / “Give me a little show.” / “Make me.” (x)

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay… it’s okay. You’re okay.” / “I’ve never cared for anyone the way I care for you.” / “Well, I do feel better now that you’re here.” (x)

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” / “It’s hot when you talk back.” / “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” (x)

CONCEPT PROMPTS

There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling (x)

I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand (x)

There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close, Overhearing they have feelings for you (x)

You’re in a coma and I confess all my feelings only for you to wake up and “You saved my life” (x)

Painting the house that ends in a paint fight and giggles (x)

There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close (x)

Blurting out a confession of love (x)

You’re in a coma and I confess all my feelings only for you to wake up (x)

You took a bullet for me (x)

Working out together (x)

Accidentally confessing feelings (x)

Forehead kisses but it’s the male being kissed on the forehead (x)

Giving them a sudden hug from behind (x)

Feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover, just to get a sense and reminder that they’re still there (x)

Staring at them and admiring them all day, hoping they won’t notice (they definitely do) (x)

KISS PROMPTS

Forbidden/secret kiss (x)

Caught off-guard kiss (x)

Against a wall kiss (x)

Drunk kiss in someone’s lap (x)

A hoarse whisper “kiss me” (x)

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead (x)

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it (x)

A kiss pressed to the top of the head and a lingering kiss before a long trip apart (x)

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it (x)

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss (x)

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss, an accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose, and a kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck (x)

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss (x)

Giggling while kissing (x)

Kisses in the rain (x)

Argument/Screaming match leading to kissing (x)

Kissing as a distraction (x)

HEADCANONS

All Din asks (for mobile, search the “din asks” tag on my blog manually to view them) (x)

Kids/Family with Din (x)

Taking care of injuries with Din (x)

Marriage with Din (x)

Pregnancy with Din (x)

First fight/make up with Din (x)

Cuddling, touching, and what “turns them on” with Din (x)

Bathing/showering with Din (x)

Drunk Din (x)

Softness while bathing with drunk Din (x)

Softness and sickness with confession Din (x)

Lazy days with Din (x)

Separation with Din (x)

Cuddling with Din (x)

Din with a nose ring and tattoos (x)

Din with tattoos (x)

Din & comforting (x)

Din easing you to sleep (x)

Din trying to flirt (x)

Din and hugs (x)

Valentine’s Day with Din (x)

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DIN DJARIN ONE-SHOTS

Each story below focuses on Din Djarin, with pairings for each story indicated along with summaries.

Stories marked with an asterisk (*) contain sexual, though not explicit/graphic, content.

My ratings are as follows: G (all ages), T (13+), M (18+)

Last updated: July 27, 2024

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the “heat” of the moment • reader The heat goes out on the Razor Crest and you’re the only one with an electric blanket to keep yourself warm.

my cyar’ika • fem!reader You and Din find yourselves in a marketplace lush with life, and you lose yourself in the fun while Din tries to keep you safe throughout it.

just fine • reader Din comforts you after you suffer through a tumultuous nightmare.

dead to me • fem!oc On the verge of death, Twila takes off Din’s helmet, later having to face his wrath and leave his ship—even though she’s pregnant with their unborn child.

everything i wanted • reader You’re trapped inside a Din x Omera love triangle, struggling to get to your lover who’s entranced with your new host.

riduurok • reader This is the story of how you fall in love with the Mandalorian bounty hunter, Din Djarin.

home • reader After the child is reunited with his people, Din takes you to a place that’s unfamiliar to you but all too familiar to him: his home.

when stars align• reader You spend an affectionate morning awakening beside your Mandalorian, who you have just recently married.

more than words* • reader On the evening of your marriage, you and Din show your deep love for each other in a manner that goes beyond words.

the challenge • reader After winning a drinking challenge, Din returns to the Crest much later than expected in a state of mind much different than usual, leaving you to deal with him and whatever words spill from his mouth.

don’t blame me• reader In the weeks following your marriage, you and Din are desperate to make up for all the physical affection you’ve missed out on—leading you to do whatever you can wherever you can.

said and done • reader With Din being injured from a past fight, you’re the one in charge of the hunts for now—and Din realizes he likes having you in control.

behave* • reader After a grueling hunt, you and Din celebrate your success at a local cantina, both ending up with a little too much that leads you to do things that are a little too risky.

a warrior’s purpose • daughter oc Din returns to the planet where he’d left his riduur many years ago to find her again—but instead, he finds someone else.

nothing so perfect • fem!reader You and Din think that you’re adding on to your family, only to learn there’s been a mistake—and now you’re both left to cope with the loss you never expected.

next to you • reader It’s been long enough since Din’s promised return for you to assume that he didn’t make it, and now you yearn for the life that could’ve been.

forever and always • reader When you and Din finally find the child’s home, it’s time to say goodbye—but then Din realizes he can’t.

reverence • fem!reader Following the birth of your daughter, Din spends a night marveling at the little life and the way you provide for her.

transmissions • reader When Din’s away on a long job, he gives you a holotransceiver and sends you transmissions to keep you both at ease.

purpose • fem!reader As the daughter of an Imperial senator, the Mandalorian’s hired as your bodyguard—but with the twisted ideals of your father putting you at risk, he becomes so much more than that.

irrevocable • reader After a hunt goes wrong and Din gets captured, you go after him and save him, but you find that they’ve removed his helmet and have done him personal damage that will last for much longer.

mine* • fem!reader With tensions rising not only in the galaxy but also in your relationship, Din proves to you in a new way that he’ll take care of you.

never alone • fem!reader In the aftermath of a bad nightmare, Din receives comfort from an unexpected source: his daughter.

tresses • reader When Din’s hair becomes the object of your and the baby’s affections, he decides it’s time for a trim—although he’s hesitant for a reason you must discover.

enervation • reader Din returns home from his new job as exhausted as ever, begging you to join him in sleep—and trying to make it happen at all costs.

take care • reader After Din sustains an injury on a job, you have to help him take care of himself—something he grows more and more fond of.

affliction • fem!reader When you and Din get recognized at an Imperial gala, you’re both taken into custody, where they begin to use Din to get you to talk—and lead you to do something completely unexpected.

take it off* • reader Your new ally extends his hospitality a little too far—and now Din’s determined to remind you of what he alone can provide you with.

cozy in the cockpit • reader After the Crest suffers through an intense chase and crash, you and Din must figure out how to survive on a freezing planet—your low odds causing your mutual feelings to come to the surface.

beneath the surface • reader You and Din get double-crossed when trying to find other Mandalorians, putting all three of you in deep waters.

touch it softly • reader When you invite Din to play with your hair, you both get a little more than lost in the moment.

alleviation • reader You continue helping Din recover from the traumatizing removal of his helmet, trying to make him understand that it’s okay to not be okay. (part two of Irrevocable)

the right thing • reader Din returns to you on Nevarro after the mission on Moff Gideon’s cruiser—without the child.

ni ceta par gar (i kneel for you)* • reader When Mando needs emotional release, you seek to fulfill your pining by offering something neither one of you can resist—something that could change everything.

in my head • reader The thought of Din plagues your mind—and it won’t be long until it’s forced onto your lips.

the marshal • fem!oc Din covers his face. So does she. Shrouded in mystery and unable to admit their shared intimidation, the two must work together to save Mos Pelgo—for both their sakes.

hold me in hyperspace • reader After a long hunt, you think Mando just wants some rest—but really, he just wants you.

ner yaim (my home) • reader After a day of work, you get to come home to Din, who’s fitting into his new role well.

mureyca (kiss) • reader The story of the different ways in which you share a kiss with the Mandalorian.

aftermath • omera After his quest has been fulfilled, Din returns to Sorgan, needing the comfort and support of someone he could never forget.

stay • omera Din wrestles with his feelings for Omera and tries to tell her how she feels—but has to let her in first.

torrent • reader When one of Din’s worst fears is revealed, you’re left to do whatever you can to put him at ease.

enterprise • cassian andor, k2so When Mando’s quarry offers him a better deal, he finds himself getting involved in more than he originally bargained for.

bloom • reader With your relationship now in full blossom, a flustered Din takes you on your first date, where he does everything he can to tell you how you make him feel.

malevolence • grogu Din experiences the ghastly side effects of wielding the famed Darksaber.

before i go • reader Imperial occupation of your covert as well as your mind lead to a devastating confrontation between you and your past Mandalorian lover.

favorite crime • reader When your ex-partner-in-crime and past lover enters your life again, you find yourself looking back on fond memories with a tremendous desire to chase them again.

solace • reader Din reassures you when your perfectionist tendencies catch up to you.

foster • obi-wan kenobi Obi-Wan comes across an orphan named Din that he can’t help taking under his wing.

intemperate • reader Mando’s indulgence in liquid courage leads him to say things you never thought you’d hear—and will never forget.

scars • reader When Din shows unprecedented hatred for his battle-worn body, it’s up to you to reassure him of everything you love about it.

seeking serenity • reader Mando, overcome with anxiety in the aftermath of a risky event, needs you to bring him back to reality—and asks for much more along the way.

liberation • reader You lead a mission to free Din from an Imperial hideout, only to discover that he’s in need of you much more than you originally thought.

contrition • reader Din comforts you after you do something drastic to save his life.

bring me home • reader You reunite with your Mandalorian lover after a long separation and realize much has changed since you last him.

safety net • deaf!reader When you and Din are reunited after a hunt that goes longer than expected, your mutual feelings for each other finally bubble to the surface—regardless of the fears you’ve both buried deep within.

selfish • reader Din, who’s helplessly in love with you, is forced to watch you and your partner until he’s forced to come to terms with his feelings.

united we fall • reader Din’s unable to control the Darksaber and accidentally hurts you with it, leaving behind a deep scar on your body and his mind.

of bounties and bartenders • fem!reader The mysterious Din “Brown Eyes” Djarin returns to visit you after a job, but trouble is the last thing he’s left behind.

as it was • din djarin’s parents The living waters beneath Mandalore bring Din back to a place—and a people—he never thought he’d see again.

people watching • grogu Observation was a skill Din Djarin had mastered for his own safety, but now it sets the scene for his very own destruction.

astronomy • reader Crossing paths with a seriously injured Din forces the two of you to come to terms with your relationship.

stardust • reader You finally reunite with your Mandalorian lover, just to learn a devastating truth.

fine line • reader Din tries his best to comfort you in the aftermath of your torturous capture.

scarlet promise • reader Vengeance consumes you when Din’s put at risk, causing him to have to pull you back to reality.

what sits in the silence • reader Your bounty-hunting rival turns to you in his time of need and brings along more baggage than you planned on handling.

when a house becomes a home • reader A new home brings new responsibilities, and there’s only one person who can teach Din how to cook a proper meal: you.

takes one to know one • reader Bounty hunters aren’t supposed to fall in love and you were okay with that. So was the Mandalorian.

love me louder • reader Your secret romance with the Mandalorian is put at risk when you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time.

shattered • reader When an anxious day gets the best of you, Din seeks to comfort you.

the broken who blossom • reader At long last, Din’s returned home to the covert, but he’s brought a lot more home with him than anticipated.

in sickness & in health • reader Din does his best to comfort you when you become anxious about your health.

doomsday • reader You and Din are interrogated by Moff Gideon, who has quickly realized you’re the best weapon he has to use against the Mandalorian.

i still see you • reader In the aftermath of the Morak mission, Din’s faced with a crisis you only hope you can help to resolve somehow.

fight for me • reader When Din starts to get harassed at a cantina, you can’t help jumping in to defend him at all costs.

right where you left me • reader Din reunites with you many years after your whirlwind romance for a mission you begrudgingly accept to help him with.

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Safest with You - Series Masterlist

Modern AU with Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din Djarin, retired mob enforcer, falls in love, but worries his past could put his future (you) in danger.

A/N: First time writer, please be gentle 🥹 This is a modern AU where Din is a former enforcer for the Fett family, and the world building and relationship development between Din and Reader takes place over many chapters. Some Star Wars names thrown in for fun, but there aren't meant to be any serious parallels to canon. Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy my brain rot for everyone’s favourite tin man 🥰

Series warnings: Chapters with smut denoted with 🚑, chapters with angst denoted with ❤️‍🩹, fluff throughout. Individual instalment warnings are included in each post.

Ch. 1 (The Coffeeshop)

Ch. 2 (The Bookstore)

Ch. 3 (The Drycleaner)

Ch. 4 (The First Date)

Ch. 5 (The Courtship)

Ch. 6 (The Courtship, Din's POV) ❤️‍🩹

Ch. 7 (The Third Date) ❤️‍🩹

Ch. 8 (The Cab) ❤️‍🩹

Ch. 9 (The Dam Breaks) 🚑

Ch. 10 (The Afterglow) 🚑

Ch. 11 (The Poker Game) (a summary)

Ch. 11 Addendum (After The Poker Game) 🚑

Ch. 12 (The Workout) 🚑

Ch. 13 (The Birthday)

Ch. 14 (The Subway) 🚑

Ch. 15 (The BBQ) 🚑

Ch. 16 (The Match-up) 🚑

Ch. 17 (The Preparations) 🚑

Ch. 18 (The Threat) 🚑 ❤️‍🩹 Inspo

Ch. 19 (The Betrayal) 🚑 ❤️‍🩹

Ch. 20 (The Way to Get Over Someone, Part 1)❤️‍🩹

Ch. 21 (The Way to Get Over Someone, Part 2)🚑 ❤️‍🩹

Ch. 22 (The Long Road to Forgiveness) 🚑 new! vibes

Epilogue

Art new!

Dog walk (@kenobiwanx commission 🙏🏻)

Bedtime (@pinkiemme Ch. 11A commission 🥹) 🚑 new!

One-shots and Drabbles (same AU)

All the one shots and drabbles can be slotted in the above timeline; as the chapters get written, I’ll note where they fit in. For now, consider the below to all be set when Din and Reader are in an established relationship (hence the smut 😂).

Carnival Fright Night 🚑 (set between Ch. 12 & 14)

Lingerie 🚑 (set anytime after Ch. 10) (Link to the Lingerie set)

The Wedding, Part 2 🚑 (insert btwn Ch. 17 & 18) (Moodboard by @hellishjoel - thank you!)

2 More Days (A Textfic) 🚑 - Part 1, Part 2 (set anytime after Ch. 12)

Holiday Remix (A Textfic) (set anytime after Ch. 12)

Let Me Carry It For You (SBowl 🏈 Drabble) (set right after Ch. 11)

The Mando Roll (Valentine’s Day Special) (set anytime after Ch. 10)

Hat Trick (set anytime after Ch. 12) Part 2 (The Playoffs) 🚑

Birthday Bunny 🚑 (HBD P! 🥳)

Gouda Girl (Happy Pedro Hours Challenge)

Thots

Alfredo’s the best dog

Favourite nook

Walking the dog

POV: On a date with Din

Naming of Mando’s Gym inspo

Working at Mando’s

Paz Vizsla face cast

Excellent boxing advice

Young boxer Din inspo

Series vibes and this amazing graphic by @gasolinerainbowpuddles (thank you!)

Kinktober Day 22 - Phonesex

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Bruno Bucciarati

Include(s): Praise, Slight Dirty Talk

Note(s): Been reading a fanfic on AO3 lately that has just rekindled my love for Bruno (If Things Were Different by Banksiapod).

It had started out as him calling you just to hear your voice because he misses you. He's in another part of Italy for business and so he had to leave you behind for a bit until he finished up. Every night he'd call you from his hotel to give you praise and "I miss you"'s.

But it ended up changing this night. His praise is more filthy. "Your moans sound so sweet, cuore mio." "I bet you look absolutely delicious." Things like that, and you're really not much better. While Bruno could absolutely just zip back to your room and fuck you into the bed, he likes the idea of waiting longer until he can touch you. Making sure that his job is finished first before he can go back to you.

So, for now, his fist is around his cock as he's telling you how he wishes it was your pretty mouth instead. He's asking you to beg for him, to let him hear how desperate you are for release, because even from this far distance apart, he still wants you to cum first.

Bruno Bucciarati X Reader - Drunk Friends

Prompt: Bruno helps reader with her drunk friend then finally asks her out.

I, myself, drank a lil today. So I ain't too sure what's going on. Watch me come back and regret.

Contentment washes over you as you settle into the welcoming embrace of your couch. With a sigh of satisfaction and a glass of red wine in hand, you reach for the TV remote and press the power button. This has become your nightly ritual ever since moving to Naples, Italy.

As your soap opera runs in the background, you absentmindedly reach for your flip phone. To your surprise, you’re met with a barrage of notifications from none other than Matteo, a close friend of yours. 11 miss calls. 14 text messages. All within the span of an hour.

“He cheated on meeee.”

“Pick up, I need you bestie.”

“Bestie :(”

“I NEED YOU, BITCH. PICK UP.”

“WAKE UP. GET UP.  GET YOUR ASS UP.”

Your brows knit with worry as you make four consecutive attempts to reach Mattero, your calls met with his voicemail. You look at the home screen of your phone for the time.

22:00.

You sit back on the couch, placing a finger thoughtfully on your cheek. You recall him insisting on taking you to a club tonight. However, you declined his invitation, not too fond of clubs, or crowds in general.

With that in mind, you get up, get dressed, gather your belongings, and set out into the night.

Your first attempt to locate Matteo at a club he told you about proves unsuccessful. Disheartened, you sit at a metal chair located near a fountain, a sinking feeling of worry gnawing on you. As you reach for your phone to see if Matteo has responded, a sudden realization strikes; your phone was left behind on the coach in your haste to find him.

You sit there, contemplating your next step when you hear a familiar voice calling your name.

“Is something the matter?” He asks.

“Oh, Bruno,” your frown instantly turning into a smile, “It’s good to see you.”

You first crossed paths with Bruno a little over a month ago. You were walking home, clutching a bag of oranges an elderly lady gifted you for helping her. As you approach your abode, you overheard a conversation about a kind old lady gifting him a bag of apples; he couldn’t refuse the apples, he told his friend, but he isn’t too fond of apples. Mustering up the courage within you, you approach him with a nervous smile, mentioning that you were also gifted a bag of fruit, but it was oranges. You offered to trade, mentioning that you loved apples.

From that moment on, you began crossing paths with Bruno on a regular basis, which prompted a growing friendship. You never actually hung out with Bruno, but you did share a cup of coffee together a few times.

“I’m actually looking for a friend of mine. They-“

As you explain your situation, you see him reaching for his phone. Giving an apologetic smile, he holds up a finger before answering.

“Bruno? Where are you? Giorno said you had important matters after the conference … WAIT. Are you finally going to ask your crush ou-“

He hangs up abruptly and glances your way, hoping you did not overhear what Mista just said. When he sees you smiling at him, the soft moonlight casting a gentle glow on your face, he feels his heartbeat pick up.

He clears his throat, “I sincerely apologize. Can you tell me once more what the issue is?”

“It’s no problem-“

“HEY CUTIE.”

Once again, you’re abruptly interrupted. However, this time, it is by the source of the problem – Matteo. He comes sprinting towards you with the goofiest smile, arms outstretched, looking for a hug. Before he can even get close to you. Bruno swiftly intervenes. He extends his arm, blocking Matteo’s path and fixes him with a stern, disapproving glare.

Matteo scoffs, “Bro, nah, she’s mine, bitch.”

Bruno, taking it as fighting words, readies himself to exchange harsh words with Matteo. However, the sound of your laughter breaks the tension, drawing his attention. When he looks over and sees you smiling and laughing, his stern expression melts away, a soft smile taking its place.

“He’s my friend, Bruno,” you begin, getting up and walking over to Matteo. “He’s the one I’ve been trying to find.”

You outstretch your arms. With an exuberant leap, he tackles you, and you both tumble down to the ground with an “oomph.”

As Bruno stands there, his gaze fixes on you, a pang of longing tugs at his heart. He didn’t know you had a partner. The revelation fills him with a mix of emotions. How long have you been together? Is he overthinking this? You did just say he is a friend.

 He wishes that he could be the one to hug you like that.

“Why didn’t tchu ansswer my calls?!” he asks, crying. You can tell he had too many drinks tonight based on all the words he slurred.

You attempt to get up, but Matteo keeps you down, his face in your chest, much to Bruno’s disdain.

You place a hand on Matteo’s head, giving soothing pets. “I think you had too much to drink tonight.”

“I am not think as you drunk I am.”

You chuckle, “Yeah? Well, can I at least get up?”

“No, your boobs are nice.”

Before you can utter a word, Bruno moves swiftly, almost in an instant. He assists in gently helping Matteo get off you and onto his feet. Slinging Matteo’s arm over his shoulder, Bruno hoists him up.

“Oh, Bruno. It’s okay. I know you must be tired. I can do it.”

“It’s not a problem,” he responds, “I can help him get to where he needs.”

Amid your insistence, Bruno decides to take charge. With a semi-conscious Matteo who can barely stand, Bruno begins walking. With a smile, you hurry your way over to Bruno.

During the journey back, you and Bruno engage in small talk, sharing stories about your days and experiences. The exchange of conversations makes the trip feel like an enjoyable adventure, one you wish you could continue forever. However, all good things must come to an end, and you finally arrive back at the apartment.

Bruno places Matteo gently down onto the couch. As he takes a moment to look around the apartment, he is pleasantly surprised to find it matches his expectations. The space exudes a warm, homely atmosphere with its cozy and charming décor. The delightful aroma wafting through the air only adds to the overall welcoming ambiance.

He’s surprised to see nothing that looks like it belongs to Matteo.

“Does he live here?” Bruno inquires.

“No, he used to live with his boyfriend.” You answer, “His boyfriend cheated on him, and I don’t want him back there until I know it’s safe for him.”

Boyfriend, Bruno chants in his head. They aren’t a couple. Bruno feels a breath of relief amongst hearing that. While he processes his thoughts, Bruno’s phone continues to vibrate. He takes out his phone to see if it’s anything of urgency.

“Just ask her out, ffs.”

“Did you do it?”

“Y’all fucking or what?”

While Bruno reads the colorful messages Mista sent with a darkened face, you crouch down and offer comfort to Matteo by gently stroking his hair.

“Do you need to throw up?”

“Nnn. Nyoh.”

With Matteo in a more stable condition, you determine it would be safe to leave him alone momentarily. You follow Bruno out of your apartment.

“Thank you so much, Bruno,” you express your appreciation sincerely. Is there something I can do to pay you back?”

“Dinner. Go out to dinner with me.”

Your face flushes with hues of red and pink. You hide your face in your hands, embarrassed by your reaction. “Are you sure… with me?”

Bruno gently removes your hands from your face and places a finger under your chin, tilting it slightly so you would look at him directly. He laughs at your adorable reaction, finding it endearing and charming.

“I’m very sure, with you.”

Extra:

“Mista.” Giorno starts, eyes closed in an attempt to remain composed. “Please exit my office. Now.”

Mista, phone in hand, lays on the only other chair in Giorno’s office, his legs dangling from the chair’s edge, swinging back and forth as he awaits a response from Bruno.

“You think they’re fucking?”

Giorno pinches the bridge of his nose, “Volevi questo, Giorno. Volevi unirti alla mafia.”

Oieee voltei pra fazer meu pedido \o/

Então, eu tinha pensado em um bruno x leitora (romântico, por favor) num AU de fantasia onde o bruno é um sereio (ou tritão, sei lá o masculino de sereia ksjkk)

Eu pensei que ele podia conhecer a leitora quando ela estivesse pescando e acaba pegando ele com a rede mas o solta logo em seguida, o que desperta a curiosidade dele na leitora, já que os humanos tendem a capturar a espécie dele.

Aí talvez ele possa retribuir o favor salvando ela de um naufrágio ou então só trazer presentinhos do mar pra ela mesmo, o que faz eles se aproximarem aos poucos.

Desculpa pelo pedido grande, é que eu tô com essas fantasias na cabeça a bastante tempo e minha capacidade quase inexistente de foco não me deixa concluir essa historinha kjkkk

Novamente, gosto muito das suas fics. Tenha um bom dia/noite ^3^

Oi oi oiii! Eu achei muito fofo o seu pedido, e como eu tinha reassistido o filme da pequena sereia e também Golden Wind já que finalmente chegou na Netflix, e então fiquei bem na vibe para escrever esse request!! Espero que goste e uma boa leitura!🩷

Part of Your World

Bruno Bucciarati x Leitora

O que normalmente as pessoas gostam de fazer em uma bela manhã de um sábado? Bom, existem várias opções como dormir, ver televisão, ficar com a família, ler…

No meu caso, eu gosto de pescar!

Minha casa fica em frente ao mar, que sempre permanece calmo independente de tudo. E é onde eu mais gosto de passar o meu tempo, já que é onde consigo organizar meus próprios pensamentos, sendo minha única companhia o belo som das águas contra o casco do barco e as gaivotas que tentavam roubar as minhas iscas.

E hoje não seria diferente!

A semana foi bastante torturante e cansativa por conta do meu trabalho e da minha faculdade, eu estava completamente estressada e precisava de um tempo sozinha, por isso que seguiria a minha tradição de tentar pescar algo para almoçar mais tarde.

Assim que coloco o meu chapéu, saio da minha casa segurando minha vara de pescar e a minha maleta de pesca onde se encontra meus anzóis reservas e iscas, na qual seriam bastante importantes. Eu inspiro tranquilamente com a familiar brisa levemente salgada enquanto caminho em direção a praia, me deliciando com a sensação da areia macia entre os dedos dos meus pés enquanto caminho na direção do meu barco que está ali, praticamente me atraindo para ele como se eu fosse um pedaço de metal e ele um ímã.

No entanto, fui capaz de perceber um som desconhecido ao longe próximo do cais, e logo fico em alerta. Minha razão diz para eu ignorar o som, mas meu instinto me diz para ir ver o que é. Optei pela segunda opção.

Mas o barulho cada vez mais alto começa a me fazer desconsiderar minha escolha de seguir minha razão, e começo a pensar que podia ser algum golfinho ou algum outro animal preso na costa.

Isso foi o suficiente para alterar minha escolha.

Começo a caminhar até o cais, questionando a mim mesma se estou fazendo o certo, mas resolvo apenas seguir o fluxo até ficar perto daquela estrutura de madeira.

— Olá, tem alguém aí?

Assim que minha voz ecoa, o som de repente cessou e com isso franzi minhas sobrancelhas e me aproximar mais ainda da ponta daquela estrutura, até que eu arregalei os olhos quando me deparei com um ser humano que estava preso em algumas redes,

— Meu Deus, como você conseguiu ficar desse jeito?! — Assim que ele ouve minha voz, sua expressão de repente muda para uma de assustado enquanto eu me aproximo.

— Pare, não se aproxime! — Ele de repente gritou, seu tom de voz mostrava sua desconfiança e aflição com minha presença.

— Calma, eu só quero ajudar. — digo de maneira sincera enquanto desço na água rasa e começo a andar até ele.

— Fique onde está!

E de repente, eu achei que estava vendo coisas ou que eu estivesse sendo influenciada por algum resquício de sono, mas não… Eu realmente vi o que eu vi…

Uma cauda… Uma cauda em forma de rabo de peixe.

Não é possível que eu estivesse de cara com um sereio! Eu sei que o mar é bastante vasto, mas nunca achei que a possibilidade da existência dessas criaturas seria possível!

Não consigo esconder a surpresa e o choque que se revelam em meu rosto, e isso pareceu deixar o homem em choque ao ver que ele revelou sua metade de baixo sem querer.

— Uau… — Essa é a única coisa que consigo dizer, mas logo despertei quando ele começou a se mexer novamente, tentando escapar da rede que parecia cada vez mais presa no corpo dele. — Ei, calma, deixa eu te ajudar!

— Já disse para não se aproximar, humana!

Eu não escuto o que ele fala, e vou me aproximando devagar até que eu pego um pouco da rede e começo a tentar puxar ela, no entanto, eu acabo o machucando um pouco sem querer e isso faz ele grunhir e arranhar o meu braço, me fazendo gritar de dor e soltar a rede.

— Ai!

Ele apenas fica mais nervoso e então eu apenas espero o momento que ele fica cansado e, quando ele chega, eu começo a mais uma vez a tirar a rede com mais cuidado dessa vez, e aproveito para verificar se ele ainda tinha algum outro machucado, entretanto, não encontrei mais nada.

Assim que ele ficou livre daquela rede, ele parecia um pouco mais calmo e não parecia ter a intenção de me atacar.

— Obrigado…

— De nada, não é preciso agradecer! — Eu sorri para ele e vi que ele estava prestes a me dizer mais alguma coisa quando seus olhos foram para a ferida em meu braço, quando…

— BUCCIARATI! Você está bem??

Meus olhos se arregalaram quando, um pouco mais ao longe eu pude ver três cabeças emergindo da água, e pareciam de três criancinhas.

— Fica quieto, Narancia! — A menina dos cabelos rosas diz para o garoto de cabelos negros que havia gritado antes, enquanto a outra criança apenas ficou olhando sem dizer nada.

— OLHA, É UMA HUMANA!! — O garotinho chamado Narancia aponta para mim enquanto exclama de forma aguda e surpresa e eu até me espanto.

— Fica quieto Nara!

As duas crianças gritam e então afundam o pobre garoto na água, e isso me fez ver que eles também eram como o homem que ajudei.

— E-Existem mais?!

Repentinamente eu senti algo áspero bater nas minhas pernas e eu acabei caindo no chão, e quando percebi, o Bucciarati já havia mergulhado e levando aquelas três crianças.

O que diabos acabou de acontecer?!

⸺☆⸺

Após esse ocorrido, eu enfim pude ir para o meu barco para finalmente poder começar a minha tarefa de ir pescar, mas agora eu estava levemente hesitante. Agora que sei da existência dessas criaturas, nada impede a existência de outros seres mitológicos como um Kraken ou um Leviatã? Eu engoli em seco, mas como eu já estou no meio do mar… É triste, mas é a vida.

Eu então inspirei fundo e então abri minha maleta e coloquei uma isca no anzol antes de lançá-lo para as águas, e então começou a parte onde eu fico esperando…

Esperando…

E esperando…

Eu então fiquei olhando para as nuvens branquinhas no céu, me lembrando grandes algodões doces até que eu me espantei quanto a linha começou a ser puxada e eu me levantei logo no barco, vendo que em menos de 20 segundos um peixe já tinha fisgado minha isca! Eu puxei o peixe com toda a minha força e arregalei os olhos quando vi que era um grande peixe!!

— Meu Deus, muito obrigada a todos os deuses e santos que tiveram piedade de mim hoje! — Eu digo enquanto olho para o céu com um enorme sorriso enquanto puxo aquele enorme atum para dentro do meu barco.

— Que bom que isso agradou você.

Eu dei um gritinho e quase deixo o peixe escapar, e ao olhar para o lado eu vejo aquele mesmo sereio com ambos os braços apoiados próximos da proa do meu barco.

— Oh, o sereio de novo! — digo para mim mesma, todavia, ele pareceu ouvir minha frase já que ele arqueou uma de suas sobrancelhas.

— Tritão*, esse é o nome da minha espécie. — Ele diz e quando viu que eu fiquei levemente envergonhada pelo meu erro, ele deu uma risada.

— Desculpe. — Eu sorri levemente envergonhada, no entanto, o som do atum se debatendo me trouxe de volta para a realidade, e eu logo olhei para o tritão com curiosidade. — Foi você quem o atraiu para a minha isca? — Ele assentiu com a cabeça, e isso me fez inclinar a minha para o lado. — Mas por quê?

— Ora, você me ajudou lá atrás… É o mínimo que posso fazer, não é?

Eu sorri largamente enquanto eu admirava aquela criatura, conseguindo notar alguns detalhes que não pude antes, como suas orelhas parecerem com barbatanas, algumas pequenas escamas brancas peroladas na área de suas bochechas e no dorso de seu nariz, como também nos seus antebraços, mas diferente do seu rosto, ele tinha algumas manchinhas pretas que eram bastante bonitas.

— Será que eu posso perguntar uma coisa? — pergunto enquanto me aproximo cuidadosamente dele, que apesar de estar mais confortável com minha presença, ele ainda parecia vigilante sobre meus movimentos.

— Sim, claro.

— Por acaso… Existem outras criaturas como vocês sereias e tritões? — pergunto enquanto me sento perto dele e o encaro com bastante interesse por seus conhecimentos do mundo das águas.

— Bom…

⸺☆⸺

A partir desse dia, eu fui me aproximando muito mais deste tritão, que descobri se chamar Bruno Bucciarati, e que ele era alguém bastante importante no reino dele. Sim, um reino de sereias e tritões! Mas para minha “sorte”, descobri que realmente existam outras criaturas marinhas que são dadas como extintas, como o Megalodon, Livyatan e etc. E só de saber isso me deixou assustada.

— Tá brincando Bruno, é sério?? — Eu quase que grito quando ele me disse aquilo, o que o fez dar uma pequena risada.

— Não estou brincando, mas não se preocupe, esses dois estão bem no fundo do mar, lá na Fossa das Marianas. Vocês humanos ainda não foram para lá, não é?

— Para você ter uma ideia, nós sabemos mais sobre o espaço do que sobre o mar!

— Sobre o espaço?

E assim eram nossas conversas durante esses meses em que ficávamos mais próximos, contando coisas mais gerais sobre nossos mundos. No entanto, hoje tinha sido um pouco diferente.

Assim que deu umas 16 horas, eu saí de casa e corri para a praia com rapidez, um sorriso largo logo apareceu em meus lábios quando vi Bruno em nosso ponto de encontro: Perto daquele mesmo cais que eu o salvei quando nos conhecemos.

— Olá Bruno, você está bem? — questiono enquanto me sento próxima da maré do mar, e ele logo fica ao meu lado com sua mão direita aberta e me mostrando lindas conchas com diversos tons de cores! — Bruno, elas são lindas!

— São para você. — Ele sorriu enquanto pega a minha mão e coloca as conchas, nas quais eu toquei com a ponta do meu dedo e sorri ao olhar para o tritão.

— É muita gentileza, muito obrigada! — Eu guardei as conchinhas em uma pequena pochete que sempre levo comigo e logo sorri para ele. — Não esperava por isso, você sempre consegue me surpreender.

Ele sorriu ladino por um momento, olhando para o sol que estava no horizonte, mas meu olhar continuava nele, o admirando secretamente. Não sei se isso podia ser considerado estranho, mas eu achava ele muito bonito. Não só por sua aparência, apesar da cauda, mas sua personalidade gentil, educada e cavalheira o deixavam mais belo.

A luz do sol refletia em seu corpo, e suas escamas pareciam brilhar como pequenas estrelas. Mas o que vem me chamando a atenção durante os meses é a tatuagem que ele tem em seu peito, parecia ser algo tribal mas não tenho certeza.

— O que acha dela?

— Perdão? — Eu despertei ao ouvir a voz dele e logo me toquei ao que ele está se referindo. — Oh, eu acho incrível sua tatuagem, ela tem algum significado?

— Ele é como uma marca da minha família, então todos que possuem o sangue dos Bucciarati possuem essa marca no peito. — Ele sorriu, parecendo orgulhoso enquanto me conta sobre aquele fato de sua família, e isso acabou me contagiando e me fazendo sorrir também. — Você quer tocá-la?

Sua fala de repente me deixou de olhos esbugalhados e senti minhas bochechas esquentando levemente com sua pergunta. No entanto, minha curiosidade estava maior do que qualquer coisa, e com a permissão dele, isso parecia um sinal para mim.

— Eu adoraria.

Ele então se vira para mim, me dando abertura para eu tocar em sua tatuagem que se mesclava em seu abdômen com o começo de sua cauda que também era simplesmente linda com aquele branco perolado, com bolinhas pretas e com uma linha dourado nas laterais. Eu então coloquei a palma das minhas mãos em sua tatuagem, o calor da minha mão tendo um contraste em sua pele gelada devido ao mar.

Eu consegui ouvir a respiração dele ficando um pouco mais profunda e lenta, e isso começou a me deixar um tanto quanto envergonhada, mas não poderia perder aquela oportunidade única. Usei a ponta do meu indicador para contornar a curva da tatuagem e então olhei para ele para ver sua reação, mas seus olhos azuis pareciam me observar de uma maneira singular.

— Está tudo bem? — pergunto como uma garantia de que isso não o está atormentando.

— Sim, não se preocupe.

Ele diz isso e eu não deixo de notar o seu rosto um pouco mais perto do meu e em como o coração dele parecia acelerado sob a palma da minha mão. Senti algo em minha perna e quando notei, a cauda dele parecia querer se enroscar nela, me fazendo ruborizar com mais força.

— Posso lhe dizer algo, S/n? — Ele diz em um tom de voz baixo enquanto seu olhar permanece nos meus. — Tem algo que não te contei sobre minha espécie.

— E o que seria esse algo?

Minha voz parecia mais baixa, mas por eu estar me sentindo acanhada, e meu próprio coração batendo mais rápido não estava me ajudando a pensar direito enquanto nós estávamos tão perto um do outro.

— Nós tritões… — Ele se aproxima de meu ouvido, sua respiração quente fazendo um suave carinho em minha pele e me dando arrepios na espinha. — Carregamos conosco o costume de presentear aqueles que possuímos um vínculo forte e, assim, desejamos estar juntos até o fim de nossas vidas.

Eu imediatamente sinto um frio na barriga quando nossos olhos se reencontraram, ele tinha um olhar firme e determinado, enquanto eu estava nervosa e surpresa por todas as suas palavras.

Eu imediatamente fiquei um pouco insegura por conta de nossa diferença de espécie, todavia, Bruno não parecia considerar isto.

— Eu… É…

— Você vai ser a minha mãe??! — Subitamente uma voz infantil ecoou no local, e logo vi aquele mesmo garotinho de cabelos negros nadando até a mim.

— Narancia, o que está fazendo aqui? — Bruno logo olhou para o garotinho que ficou entre nós dois, praticamente se deitando em minhas pernas.

— Desculpe Bucciarati, ele não quis me escutar e nem a Trish. — Aquele outro menino que estava com eles, um de cabelos dourados, emergiu das águas com a garotinha de cabelos rosas atrás, parecendo irritada com o Narancia.

— Ah, tudo bem, eu entendo…

— Ei! Você quem vai ser minha mãe?! — Narancia perguntou para mim e parecia animado enquanto toca nas minhas pernas de uma forma curiosa. — Que estranho, você não tem cauda! O que você é??

— Sou uma humana, pequeno Narancia.

— Uau! Que legal! — Ele parecia animado enquanto até mesmo se sentava em meu colo, analisando as minhas coxas, pernas e pés. — Você é estranha, mas gosto de você.

Eu olhei para o garoto com uma leve surpresa e indignação e ouvi uma pequena risada do Bruno e vi as outras duas crianças se aproximando e também me olhando curiosas.

É, acho que eu fui adotada por uma família, uma família de sereios.

The End

Hi! I’m so excited for Kinktober! Would it be possible to get Bruno Bucciarati and the voyeurism kink please? I’m excited to see all of the fics you guys out out!

Kinktober 2023

Bucciarati - Voyeurism

Bucciarati sat on a bench outside staring into the distance looking at the waves crash on the beach. Watching the gentle rhythm of the waves, the slow but firm pace undulating motion, was stirring feelings of long dormant arousal within him. Sighing he closes his eyes, and puts his head back. He begins feeling the rhythm within him and starts moving his hips back and forth with each wave, humping the air. His hands start to wander across his body, one slipping into the heart-shaped hole in his shirt and the other slightly lower.

While Bucciarati is feeling every curve of his, he hears a branch snap making his eyes open. He turned around breaking his trance to see a group of tourists waving a flag, walking in his direction. He eyed the crowd carefully checking for any children under the age of 18. He doesn’t spot any, he is glad. He turns back around, slipping back into his state, after all he needed to unwind after a long hard day. He usually didn’t mind an audience.

Unbeknownst to him, someone was hidden near the trees next to him enjoying the show - it was you. You were part of the tour group in Italy, but would break apart once in a while after spotting this man on the streets. You had followed the young Italian here, and were delighted to discover him pleasuring himself on the shores of the Amalfi Nude Beach. You only wish that he would strip himself fully, eventually. Your eyes widened as Bucciariati stood up and began unbuckling his pants and thong, pulling them down and rubbing some sunscreen lotion on his crotch. This could not be legal, you thought to yourself, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the scene long enough to call the police.

Bucciarati kept his hand on his long 7 inch hard cock (which was well trimmed) and started pumping his cock. He thrusted fast and hard into his hand as he made small moans with each pump. Behind the bushes, you slipped your own hand into your bush, and started fingering yourself in time with Bruno’s thrusts. “Merd”, Bucciarati whispered the heat rising up his body. You whimpered as you touched your clit to this man's glory, your walls contracted feeling the emptiness, craving his thick presence. Bruno threw his head back, his head turned in the direction of where you were hiding. 

“Bella, I know you’re there.”, he says, using Sticky Fingers he detaches his other hand and drags you out of the trees. Your pussy hanging out as you did not stop touching yourself while being dragged to the majestic man before you. You were flustered, “Oh- um, I-” you scrambled to come up with an excuse. Bucciarati has a gentle smile on his face while he looks you up and down with lustful eyes, “Sorry I had to bring you out here Bella, the leaves were hiding too much.” You looked at him starry eyed and stuttered “No worries, I'll do everything right here for you to see clearly,” as you sat with him on the bench you two continued together towards your climax. The tour group from before had walked much closer to you, and you were surprised to find a dozen elderly asian retirees, watching you both curiously. 

You sped up the pace of your fingering, moaning loudly. Bucciarati joined thrusting faster. As you two reached your peak and looked into each other's eyes. Bucciarati shoots his load 2 feet up into the air as your body shakes, rolling your eyes back. Suddenly, hearing claps and cheering at the back, as someone threw their cap into the air. Tired but sated, you and Bucciarati slowly stood and took a shaky bow, while the retirees tossed bits of change at your feet.

Your elderly asian retirees,

Admins sav, san & sar

Bruno Bucciarati's Type Headcanon

Bruno is someone with a deep-seated desire for a loving relationship and perhaps, a family of his own. As the years go by, his desire increasingly starts to surface.

However, the path he walks is fraught with danger and uncertainty. Serving as Giorno’s right-hand man in Passione, his life is intertwined with the complex world of Italy’s strongest mafias.

As Team Bucciarati works tirelessly to clean up Passione and protect their territory from rival factions attempting to seize power, Bruno finds himself constantly away on perilous missions, often with little respite between them. His absence can range from days to weeks, and sometimes even longer.

The weight of his responsibilities and the knowledge that his life is constantly on the line weigh heavily on Bruno's heart. He is aware of the dangers he faces, and it pains him to imagine someone he cares about worrying and waiting for his return, only for that day to never come. He has seen too many comrades who had family fall, and it's a fear that haunts him.

He believes that suppressing this desire is the responsible thing to do.

Bruno not dating means several less things to worried about.

What if someone kidnaps his s/o and uses them as leverage?

What if he promised a night out, but he could not make it?

What if a rival member decides to kill his s/o?

Because of these factors, luck would truly have to be on s/o’s side, especially if they are a civilian.

As a generality, Bruno’s type would be someone who is kind, gets his weird sense of humor, and exudes a calming presence that makes spending time together effortless. Whether he and his s/o are fishing, listening to Miles Davis, or simply relaxing, being near his s/o soothes him.

On the other hand, while I do think Bruno values calm and stability in a partner more, I can also see Bruno liking someone slightly chaotic. Someone who he enjoys sharing a laugh with. Someone who does stupid things to get him to laugh. However, he's not looking for an extremely chaotic personality, as his demanding work already saps his energy and exposes him to such individuals regularly.

Additionally, this person must accept his line of work.

If his s/o is not part of the mafia, he won’t disclose his involvement unless they begin to suspect, or the relationship is about to go to the next level.

Bruno would want them to see him as a person first before they make a decision. Afterall, he is in Passione to eradicate drugs amongst the youths.

Bruno is most likely to enter a romantic relationship with a fellow member of Passione. His future s/o would need to have some experience within the organization, preferably working alongside Bruno on numerous missions where they shared the same living quarters.

There are two reasons why Bruno would date a fellow Passione member:

1.) Bruno will be less apprehensive about dating knowing they are perfectly capable of defending themselves.

2.) They understand the mafioso lifestyle. Though the disappointment will still be present, they won’t be resentful or surprised when he’s away for extended periods of time. This shared perspective significantly reduces potential strains and misunderstandings. Moreover, Bruno can have open discussions with his significant about Passione's members and issues, providing a valuable source of insight and support.

If his s/o is a civilian, they must be the one of the luckiest people ever.

For this civilian to catch Bruno’s attention, they’d have to do something truly “significant” in his eyes. It will most likely be an act of kindness.

Helping an elderly lady with groceries.

Buying a kid who didn’t have money an ice cream.

S/o trying to skim board in a fountain, only to fall face first into the water, attempting to avoid crashing into a kid.

I also have a one-shot where civilian s/o exchanges a bag of apples that Bruno was gifted for a bag of oranges. She was watering plants on her balcony when she overheard the conversation about him not being fond of apples. She runs down and exchanges the bags with him.

After witnessing an act of kindness, there is a low chance that Bruno may strike up a conversation with you. If you are close by him after the incident occurred, he may comment about it out loud.

As time passes, If Bruno sees s/o consistently after the initial incident, he will begin to think about them more frequently, noting just how often they keep crossing paths. If he’s in a crowd, he finds himself doing a quick glance to see if you are there.

After a series of encounters – four or five to be exact–, with each one seemingly involving him or his future s/o running into one another, he becomes drawn to them. He eventually initiates a conversation, sharing a chuckle at the uncanny frequency of their meetings. With each interaction, Bruno finds himself falling deeper in love, and s/o becomes a constant presence in his thoughts.

He starts to believe fate is trying to bring you two together. Unexpectedly, after some pep talk from Mista of all people, he finally goes and asks them out for dinner.

Hi melk! Could you perhaps do 💭 ❤ from the NSFW hc list with Bucciarati pretty pls?

-🥭

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

I think Bruno is the most sensitive on his neck!! Thrives off of anything to do with his neck; kissing, biting, licking, squeezing. It's easy to hide any marks and bruises you leave on him due to his typical uniform, though he definitely gets weird looks when he's seen at a casual non-mafia related gathering still in his usual attire. He doesn't need anyone seeing the damage you did nor does he want to look in a mirror and pop a boner from the sight.

Marks littered Bruno's delicate, tanned skin. Bruises in the shape of teeth, patches of blue and purple decorating his neck. You love seeing the damage you've created times before, licking your lips at the idea of creating more or making them worse. As your hands trailed up his chest and danced closer to his throat, Bruno's breath hitched and eyes darkened substantially. When your fingers wrapped on either side of his neck and squeezed ever so slightly, his cock twitched between your legs, rubbing against the lace panties acting as a barrier. Your smile was devious and beautiful as you watch him, confident yet fearful. Arousal written all over his face as you wrap your other hand around his neck too, your grin widening as you squeeze a little tighter to cut off his air and his hands, in turn, tighten around your waist.

💭 - Which sexual desire are they too embarrassed about to tell anyone? And in which situation would it be obvious enough to show?

MOMMY KINK

ik ik 'but bruno is the mommy' shut up anyway that man would love to be looked after by a mommy figure, someone who will praise him and tease him and look down on him. He's always the one to be in a position of power over those closest to him, what he desires the most is for someone to be in power over him but not in a true Dom/sub way and more a Mommy/baby way. Wants to be looked after, told he's doing good, service someone and praised in turn for it. It is obvious whenever he does something little for you, the way you praise him gets him flush and a little worked up if he lets it, even if it's the way you would thank anyone else in the team.

"I made you a drink." Bruno announces after entering the living room. You sat on the couch next to Narancia with Leone in a chair diagonal to you, watching a movie together on a boring Sunday evening. "Oh thank you, my love." There was a pang in his gut, a pleasant one that sent sparks throughout his body. "No one can make this just the way I like, like you can." You take a sip of the drink, entirely unaware of the way Bruno was frozen in place and trying to keep himself from getting hard at your simple praise. You hum, "Perfect as always, thank you Bruno." He swallowed thick as you smiled up at him, slowly becoming aware of the weird looks Leone and Narancia are giving him, no doubt noticing the tint of colour creeping onto his face. Taking a breath he smiles and pats your shoulder, almost running out of the room to save himself from showing himself up in front of the others.

Hotel room

character: Bruno Bucciarati

warnings: explicit content

summary: You hate being left alone, unable to keep your mind from wondering, so Bruno decides to keep you company.

a/n: i apologize if it's absolutely terrible, I'm asexual 💀💀

You had just finished a simple mission given to you by the boss, now sitting in a cold, empty hotel room; was there nothing fun to do?

Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.

Laying back on your bed, you let out a huge sigh.

Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.

The silence felt foreign to you, as you always had at least one of the other members with you, but privacy, Bruno absolutely insisted.

Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.

It felt like the time was moving slowly on purpose, teasing your inability to stay alone. You've always struggled with it, as the silence always ended up making you overthink, filling your mind to the brim.

Tick, Tock. Tick, To-

Slamming the door wide open, a tall man walked into your room, looking your way and smiling softly at you.

It was Bruno.

You've told him multiple times that you couldn't stay alone, that you couldn't stand to be left with only your thoughts to keep you company, so he always tried to make sure he, or any other member, was with you at all times.

Unknowingly, you let out a sigh of relief as he closes the door behind him, moving to sit next to you on the bed.

He sat facing you, grabbing your hand as his blue eyes pierced through yours.

"Where you by yourself for long?"

You shake you head slightly, it's only been a couple of minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

He smiled again at your response, humming slighty in acknowledgement.

Noticing your hand was still in his, you try to move back to lengthen the gap between you.

Any efforts seemed useless as Bruno gripped your hand tighter, watching your reaction as he did so.

You could feel his eyes scanning every inch of your face, before trailing down the rest of your body, drinking your image up as if you were the finest piece of art he had ever seen.

You couldn't take it anymore, your skin felt like it was on fire, so you decided to take the initiative.

Looking up at him, you met his gaze with half-lidded eyes, staring at him through your lashes.

His eyes were swarming with desire and lust, watching you as you tried to 'hint' what you wanted at him.

A small chuckle emitted from his lips as he stared.

"What's up, hm?" Bruno questioned teasingly, looking at you expectantly.

Your face turned red with embarrassment as you look down a bit.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what you want, now what is it baby? "

The nickname flips something in you, as you look him in the eyes again, before letting out a sentence that was barely above a whisper.

"I need you."

At this, he leaned towards you, pressing you down against the cold bed while he positioned himself to be on top.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?"

Before you could reply, his lips were on yours, pressing down harshly as you kissed him back, trying to keep up.

He bit your lip, begging for entrance, that you granted him, and once you did, his tongue covered every surface of your mouth, trying to memorize every detail.

He pulls back slightly, speaking against your lips.

"You don't know how long I've waited to do this."

And in an instant, his lips were pressing against yours again, with his hands trailing under your shirt.

He swiftly pulled your shirt over your head, before tugging at tour bra slightly.

Once your breasts were free from the material cage, he looked down at them before swiping his tongue against his bottom lip.

He placed a hand on one of your breasts, moulding it in his hand, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger. He started at your face while he did so, watching as your face contorted.

As you bit your lip to supress a moan, he lifted his other hand, pressing down on your cheeks to stop you from doing so as he tutted at you.

He attached his lips onto the other breast, sucking on your nipple and coating you with his saliva.

You moaned at his actions, causing him to smile against your skin, and lower the hand that was on your face to rest against your waist.

detaching himself away from your mound, Bruno starts to trail kisses down your torso, sucking harshly when he got to your lower stomach.

He was on his knees off the bed by now, looking up at you with a sultry look in his eyes, watching you squirm underneath his touch.

"What do you want baby?" he questioned again, tapping against your clothed core with one of his fingers.

A whimper left your mouth in response, unable to voice your needs.

He clicked his tongue, before taking off your shorts and panties with one swift motion.

You let out a gasp at the sudden cold feeling, feeling exposed as you try to shut your legs.

However, you couldn't as the taller man positioned himself between your legs, hands under them, while he lay his head against your thigh, right by your entrance.

"Will you tell me what you want now? Hm?"

You could feel his hot breath against your skin as his hands massaged your fleshy thighs.

He blows cold air onto your clit, enticing a whine out of you as you finally give in.

"I need your mouth pleasee" the end of your sentence trailed off as he licks a stripe up your core.

"Is this all for me?" he says, gathering up your wetness on his tongue as his cock strained against his pants.

Bruno drags his tongue along your pussy, loving the moans that his actions coax out of you, before pressing his tongue deep inside of you.

You arch your back at the sudden movement, gripping his hair in your hands as he continues to thrust his tongue in and out of you, rubbing his thick muscle against your velvety walls, while his nose was pressed against your clit.

You moan shamelessly, knowing your voice probably resonated through the entire hotel as he continued to thrust his tongue into your swollen pussy lips.

He leans back, spreading your lips with one of his hands before licking a stripe again, then speaking against you.

"Such a pretty pussy, and only for me" the feeling of him speaking into you caused you to shiver as you scream out his name, gripping his hair tighter while pushing his face against you.

You harshly clench down on his tongue, letting both him and you know that you were close.

Grinding against him mouth, your legs began to shake as they tried to close around his head, but he harshly pinned you legs down against the bed as he ate you out like a starved man.

Bruno looks up at you, watching as you whined and moaned under his touch.

"Cum for me baby."

His words caused you to clench down on his tongue again, before you orgasm into his mouth, chanting his name as yout head spun from the pleasure.

Drinking up all your juices, he lifts himself up, the lower half of his face covered in your slick.

His hands caress your thighs as he watches you try to catch your breath.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Positions: Mista x f!reader x Bruno x abbacchio

You walked into the restaurant you worked for. There were always the regulars you sat and tended to.

“Benvenuto, buonasera.. are you ready to order?”

The man who you could only assume was the leader of this group looked into your sweet e/c eyes.

“Can we have just a moment please?”

“Sure thing. I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”

You left to tend to other tables. It was always a relief when they walked into the door. You knew from experience that they tipped big. More than 30 percent of their bill.

Finally you headed back to the men’s table

“Are we all ready now?” You smiled

“Of course, Leone, would you like to go first?”

Leone nodded as he began to order, mista was next and then finally the Capo, Bruno Bucciarati.

“Alright, I’ll get these back to the kitchen and I’ll come back with your wine!” The man smiled at you.

You came back to pour the men their wine.

Bruno taking extra notice to your delicate hands holding the glass and bottle.

“Thank you, y/n.” His eyes make contact with yours

“You’re welcome, signore..” you let yourself fall into his soothing gaze, as if you lost track of time.

You left for 5 minutes, bringing the men’s orders to their table.

“Hey where is the other guys? Just you two today?”

“Yes, they other 3 are out of town.. on a business trip.”

“Oh. Well that must be fun.” You giggled

“Here you all go. Is there anything else I could get you?”

“More wine.” The tall man they called Leone Abbachio, said sternly “now preferably.”

“Yes, signore, mi dispiace.. I’ll be right back.”

“Leone.” Bruno’s voice was stern. “You could have been more respectful.”

Bruno watched your figure as you speed walked away, getting stopped by another table that was complaining. Watching you apologize a million times.

He heard mista in the background

“Yeah man, she’s working her tail off here.”

“Mista, you shut it.” Abbacchio said completely embarrassed by what his capo had pointed out. Letting his head hang a little low.

“Here is that wine.” You began to fill Leone’s glass. You held the bottle up asking if either of the men wanted anymore and of course they did, you filled Mista’s glass and topped off Bruno’s. He was watching your hands hold his glass, moving his gaze to your face. So delicate and beautiful.. even when you’re stressed. Your hair shaping your face beautifully.

The glass clinked as you gasped the noise rudely interrupting his daydreaming.

The red wine stained the tablecloth and the man’s white pants.

“I’m- oh my god. I’m so sorry! Here let me help you!” You grabbed the glass and set it up while you began to wipe up whatever you could

“What the hell! Lady are you on drugs or something?! Do you know who we ar-“

“Leone.” Bruno’s voice was stern. “It’s not a problem, y/n.”

You sat on your knees right next to his legs looking down at the mess you made on his expensive pants. “I’m so sorry, signore Bucciarati.”

Bruno couldn’t help but imagine you doing other things in this position. His mind began to wonder. He stood up which startled you.

“It’s ok, y/n. non cé diche”

You stood up and your face felt hot.

“Could you bring me the check, y/n?”

“It’s on the house..” you hung your head

He pulled at couple bills out of his pocket,

“Should this cover it?”

“150?!” Bucciarati your meal wasn’t that expensive!” “Keep the change then.” He grabbed your hand and kissed it.

The group left.

———

“Bucciarati, do you like that chick?” Mista abruptly asked

“Yeah Bruno, what’s up with you and her? She ruined your suit.” Abbachio did the same

The man smiled “I just think we need to show her a little bit of respect. She works hard.”

“Does she work hard or make you hard” mista began cackling as he nudged Bruno.

Abbachio elbowed Mista earning a grunt and stopping the laughter.

Bruno didn’t answer, only smiled.

“We should invite her back home. I think it would be good for all of us.”

“You know we can’t let her know where he hide out.” Abbachio intervened “we’d have to kidnap her.” He chuckled

———

The next day before you got to work you ran into Bruno.

“Buonasera y/n.”

“Buonasera, signore.”

“I have a little question for you, if you’re interested.”

You held your hands behind your back “sure bucciarati.. anything!”

“Would you like to come back to my place? It’s just me, Abbachio and Mista for a couple of days.”

“Oh, uh, sure! I’d love to.”

“Great, come with me.”

“Oh but I can’t. I have work right now.”

“Don’t worry about it. I know the owner and I got you the night off.”

“Really?! That’s amazing! Well what are we waiting for! Let’s go!”

The man led you to an alley.

“What are we doing here?”

“You can’t really know where I live. It’s secret.” He laughed and handed you a blind fold “so we’re playing a game.”

“A game?”

“Put it in and hold my hand.”

You did as you were told.

Soon you were to his home.

“Oh hey Bruno. What’s up? Oh no way! You actually did it?!” He let out a laugh “we were only joking!”

“Mista. Shes here willingly.”

You were confused by the men.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing cara. Come in.” He untied your blindfold

“Oh wow. It’s beautiful..”

Mista handed you a bag. “Here this is for you. Bruno bought you something yesterday on our way home.”

You peeped in the bag, lingerie?

“What’s this for?”

“Our night..”

“Have you ever taken three men before, Y/n?” Abbachio asked

You shook your head “no..”

“Todays your lucky day.” Mista gripped your waist from the front as he kisses your neck.

Bruno doing the same from behind.

“Oh god are you going to kill me?” You asked as your breath became unsteady.

“Of course not, Bella.”

The men slipped your shirt off, then took your pants off swiftly with your panties.

“Let us help you into this, ok?” Bruno kissed your hips.

You nodded. Your head was spinning.

They slipped you into the lingerie. All of them taking a step back to admire your body. You were perfect.

“Abbachio.” Bruno looked over to him

“Yes bucciarati?”

“Take her ass. Mista take her mouth and ill take her pussy.” He nodded

“All right!” Mista celebrated his small victory

Abbacchio lifted you up and laid you onto his chest undoing his pants to let his member meet with your ass.

Bruno walked over to do the same with your pussy. Mista already leaking with precut walked over to your mouth

“Open it up baby.” You did as you were told and let him slid his member into your mouths

“Tell me. Are you a virgin?” Bruno looked at your pussy, it looked untouched.

You nodded.

“Good..” he began to lick your pussy to get you ready to take him. Abbacchio spit on his hand to get his cock lubed up to slid inside of you.

You let moans flow freely around Mistas cock. Earning a moan of his own form the vibrations. “Fuck, your throat is so warm.. god I just want to.” He grabbed your head and strayed thrusting into it, abbachio did the same with your ass.

“Fuck y/n.. guess you aren’t so bad after all. You’re tighter than a motherfucker!” Abbacchio let the curses spill from his lips. Bruno finally slid himself into your pussy. Letting you adjust. Your mind went blank. The pleasure was too much. You looked down and put one of your hands onto your stomach. Where a small buldge formed.

“God. I didn’t know I was that big..” Bruno’s breath hitched.” He began thrusting hard into your core. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You let the men use your body however they wanted.

“I’m gonna cum. God her mouth is toooo~ good!!” Mista moaned out as he began thrusting more rough. Filling your mouth with his cum. Watching you swallow every last drop.

“Fuck! Oh god! Bruno! You have no idea how- ugh how bad I’ve wanted this! Fuck me! Fuck me so full of your seed! Please signore!!” You moaned out

“I will y/n. I’ve wanted you for longer than you could’ve possible known!! I’ll fill you, then you’ll be mine forever, right y/n?”

“God yes!”

You had abbachio in your ear “Fuck y/n what a slut. You’re taking both of us so good. I’m gonna cum and fill that pretty ass up!!”

“Please..” your orgasm rushed over you.

“C- ugh- cumming!!” You let out a loud moan, Bruno kissed you to cover it up as he and abbachio filled your holes with their cum

“You sure are something y/n.” Abbachio said

“She sure is.” Bruno kissed you, cock still inside of you.

——————-

Buy me a Kofi! ☕️

Definitely not required but they do help:)

Hello! Do you still do Bucci gang stories or do you plan to continue their stories in the future? I really enjoyed your jjba-related work <3

hello hello!! thank you very much 💖💖 idk why but this ask made me remember a bruno drabble that i wrote at like 2 am a while back. i've been meaning to dust it off. i do have a scarlet ribbons main story that's the bucci gang x reader, but lord knows when that'll be finished, the outline is rather long. the bucci gang will have my heart eternally, i don't think i'll ever completely stop writing for them. it's just a bit more sporadic.

anyway, here's the drabble!! the only warning is that there's some not SFW implications.

If you were divine, then there’s no doubting that Bruno Bucciarati is your most pious follower.

For years he worshiped you. In his thoughts, words, and actions. It was only by the band you so graciously allowed him to put on your finger that he realized he had a lifetime of reverence awaiting him. The vows he spoke aloud the prior evening were nothing new — he had internally sworn them to you time and time again. Even when he didn’t know you’d reciprocate the sentiment, he engraved them deep into his heart, so that it’d bleed into everything he did.

The lips that brush over your bare shoulder smile.

How could they not, when for the first time in ages, he is to live under the same roof with another who shares his surname?

There’d be no more waking to a silent home or hastily consumed breakfasts at a table with empty chairs. There’d be you, and you are warm; you are the light that keeps the darkness that breaths down his neck at bay. To him, your value is infinite. No quantification could come close to defining it.

Bruno’s fingers dance up and down your side.

Your body is a storybook that he couldn’t read enough of. He sees the blooms of color on your neck from where his mouth praised you, the lines on your hips from when you begged him to give you more. He’d never been one to deny you anything you wanted and it was no different then. Still, he hopes no aches will accompany you when you wake. He’d hate to see pain in those pretty eyes of yours even if it had been induced during the throes of passion.

Goosebumps follow the trail his fingers leave, but you still don’t stir, likely too worn from last night’s events. He took no issue with the wait. Pursuing you for as long as he did taught him patience and many other virtues alike — although his longing for you was too carnal to be attributed the description ‘pure’. Bruno wanted you at your best, your worst, and anything in between. For allowing him this privilege he’d make you the lone living being he showed the same. He didn’t have to be a Capo, or Napoli’s sweetheart.

He could finally just be the fisherman’s son who fell in love with the sea.

Red House, Sweet Emotion (part 2/2)

🍊️ A Narancia x reader x Fugo fanfiction (+18) 🍓️

✎ 2.8k words

Thanks to a certain pair of boys, what you expected to be a night spent in silent pain turns into a night of delights… OR: You are on your period, insecure about it, and in pain. Fugo and Narancia make it their personal mission to fuck your troubles away.

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Lipstick Marks - Johnny Joestar

Pairing - Johnny Joestar x reader

Warnings - too much fluff frfr

Word Count - 411

Notes - (image below not mine) seriously obsessed with this. it's super nice to write for myself for a little bit, so it may be a while before i open requests again, especailly with finals coming up soon. matchups are opening on saturday up to 10 people and it's first come first serve :) hope everyone is well and staying hydrated! <333

Johnny woke up to find your cheek pressed against his bare chest, your face covered in his blue lipstick.

He stretched, noticing his hair was out of his signature little bandanna and definitely a mess.

It was already getting warm outside, Johnny could feel that even from inside of a tent. The desert in America was something else. You two definitely needed to head out soon 1. before Gyro could get on both of your asses about sleeping in, and 2. to get further in the race and hopefully find a nice place to stay in the shade before it gets too hot.

"y/n," Johnny poked your cheek, making your nose scrunch. "y/n, wake up."

You pushed his hand away and turned away from him, still cuddled on his chest.

"I'm serious, y/n. It'll get hot outside before we know it."

"Just five more minutes." Your voice was tired and small as you pulled the blanket away from Johnny and onto your body, wrapping yourself up like a little caterpillar.

"Gyro's gonna yell at us." Johnny's voice sounded pouty, his southern accent seeming really thick.

"I don't care." You muffled your voice under your blanket and Johnny stood up, putting on a shirt.

"Fine then, if you're so keen on sleepin' I'll just be on my way then."

"Okay then. I'll see you later."

"Baby," his voice sounded even more pouty as he tried to pull you out of the blanket. "You were supposed to spike up and get ready to head out."

"I still have 2 and a half minutes, bub."

You both jumped, hearing the sound of Gyro throw down a bag in your tent. "Are we leavin' or am I gonna have to leave y'all behind?"

You peeked your head out of the blanket and Gyro immediately burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?!" You sat up, not caring that your white tank top was a little lopsided.

"Damn, so that's what I heard last night!" Gyro said through laughter pointing at your lipstick covered face.

You and Johnny both blushed, pushing Gyro out of the room.

"Dammit Gyro," Johnny was struggling to push Gyro's laughing figure out of your tent. "Do ya gotta ruin everything?!"

Gyro just kept laughing, wiping a tear from his eye, before leaving the tent on his own accord. "Y'all better hurry up though, or I'm gonna leave without ya."

Well, you had to admit that that sure got you up.

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つ johnny's been counting down the days, how longs it been now since you've last touched him?

cws: handjob, he finishes in ur mouth

ever since participating in the steel ball run and finding out about the corpse parts, johnny's constantly been tailed by assassins

unfortunately for him, this also meant moments of privacy were hard to come by. not that privacy means anything to him once he gets desperate enough though

johnny's easily carried away like that, especially when he's eager to get his dick wet.

still you'd repeatedly save him from dealing with the embarrassment of getting caught by gyro, meaning you're left constantly testing his patience and holding off. making it so the next time you'd finally put your hands on him, he'd already been itching for it for too long

it's nothing short of helpless—and god is he impatient, hastily wrapping one of his hands around your arm thats touching him, egging you on.

eyes fluttering shut n brows slightly furrowing just from the pressure that you're applying to his fully clothed cock. “ hey, eyes on me,” you coo and without a second thought he blinks them open again, looking as needy as ever. your heart sinks to your stomach,

so pretty.

you hadn't even started yet and he's acting as if he's a virgin again, getting worked up over nothing. usually you'd get cocky and tease him for it, but can you really blame him? it's been such a long time after all.

“…shit, please,” he hurriedly complains “ touch it,” deciding you were taking way too long to play with his flushed dick. it's near impossible not to indulge him when he gets like this, so the next moment your hands r swiftly traveling down his boxers, ready to please.

when your fingers brush the tip you find yourself biting back a chuckle, it's so damn wet, leaking like a faucet. you don't make it noticable to him though, how amusing you find it that he's this excited, it'd bruise his ego just the slightest bit.

throughout it all he's so whiny and cute. shaky sighs, small desperate whimpers along with cries of “ 's so good” and a few calls of your name, johnny's never shy of letting you know how well you're doing for him.

he's getting closer, you can tell and your grasp around him gets a little tighter, your strokes a lil’ faster.

his head tilts back a bit “you're gonna make me fuckin' cum,” he mutters and it's your favourite part, he's always so messy getting off.

steadily continuing your fast strokes you lean your head all the way down and start kissing at the plush of his thigh, which he can't feel entirely well (sorry lmao), yet the sight of your head between his thighs alone is almost entirely enough to make him shoot his load all over your pretty face.

deciding to take things a bit further, you take him into your mouth and johnny's mean habit of pushing your head down while he cums kicks in. then finally, white pools on your tongue & there’s this huge sense of achievement that rushes over u, just like it does each time you get him to finish.

while struggling to down his load, you feel his hand stroking your hair as if he's trying to appease you. Like it's an apology for making you choke on it.

his eyes are tightly shut and he's barely making a sound anymore except for his soft irregular breathing. You don't have the heart to interrupt him, keeping him in your mouth 'til whenever he sees fit.

GIVE YOURSELF TO ME — JOHNNY JOESTAR

summary, teasing johnny was your favorite thing ever, so you decided to test his patience. aka johnny is a slut for u

content, johnny/gn reader, 18+!!, nipple play, handjob, dom reader, teasing, pwop, anal fingering, licking, mocking?, no actual sex, implied dildo usage at the end.

note, omg i hope the forbidden fruit things do not sound cringy😭 UGH THE ANAL PART I HATE SOOOO MUCH

word count, 818

soft moans escaped his mouth as your delicate fingers played with johnny’s nipple. on johnny’s bed the both of you were sitting, johnny in front of you moaning non-stop, one hand was pinching his nipples whilst the other was slithering down from his belly to his waist, to the waistband of his boxers. fiddling with the waistband your hand went down to his inner thigh but quickly went back up, as if it had found the forbidden fruit and contemplated eating it. johnny whined at this, he unexpectedly grabbed your hand and put it on the base of his dick.

frustrated, you bit down on his neck. leaving dark hickeys which caught him off guard, he let go of the grip he had on your hand and you took that as your opportunity to see him in just his boxers.

“take off your pants, johnny,” you said sternly, frustrated by johnny’s act of disobedience.

you had finally given in to the forbidden fruit as johnny slid down his pants shyly, you felt as if you struck gold once you saw his raging boner and pre-cum stains on his boxer. your hand massaged his balls softly. but, his boxers weren’t off yet, teasing him more you began playing with his dick with his boxers on. at first, johnny was confused but then when he realized your teasing antics he begged for your touch.

“please, y/n! please just take them off! he squirmed under your touch, trying to take off his boxers himself.

as much as you loved your boyfriend, it was such a great sight to behold seeing him like this. a mess under your touch, begging for you to properly touch him. although his whines were like a drug to your ears you wanted to have a bit more fun until you properly touched him. his moans were too hot to listen for you to stop.

“i promise, johnny. i promise i’ll take them off, just be patient,” you whispered in his ear, your warm breath on johnnys neck catching him off guard.

you couldn’t explain how adorable johnny was when he was surprised, or just how adorable he was when he was submissive in general.

your hands crawled up to the base of his dick, partially giving him what he had been begging for. your hand swiftly moved up and down johnnys clothed dick, his moans getting louder and louder. seeing that he liked this, you decided to lick the back of his shoulder, slobbering and kissing the star-shaped birthmark which you adored. after a while your hands had done enough, so to finish him off you went quicker, the speed of his moans pacing up as your hands became rougher and rougher, practically urging him to cum. after a while he finally did, his liquid squirting everywhere.

“your so good johnny, you know that?” you whispered in his ear, hugging him tightly you began to lick his neck.

johnny said nothing of this, other than a few whimpers. your tongue went up and down and back up again repeatedly, after a few minutes of licking him you wanted more action, you got up and grabbed a bottle of lube on his nightstand, you squeezed out the product onto your hand, and approached johnny.

“lie down, johnny.” you mumbled.

although he could barely hear what you said but he got the memo from the lube in your hand and the mischievous grin on your face. so he did so quickly, submitting to you in a way you’ve never seen him do before.

“spread your legs f’me…” you commanded.

although his face was red and he was very obviously embarrassed, he did as he was told and spread his legs wide open for you with content written all over your face, you put some lube in him and then on your fingers, as you stuck two of your fingers in johnny let out the loudest moan you’ve heard throughout the night.

“damn johnny! are you trying to let the whole world know how much you love my fingers?” you mocked, letting out a laugh at his embarrassed face once he realized how loud his moan was.

“shut up…” johnny whimpered.

pushing your fingers in and out of his ass. johnny seemed to love your fingers, as his moans grew louder and louder as his back was arching more and more.

you decide to have some fun and see how he reacted to his prostate being unexpectedly touched, as sensitive as johnny was you didn’t expect johnny to cum an entire river. when you finally curved your fingers and found it. johnny huffed and drooled all over himself after a while of playing with his ass.

“oh johnny, prepare yourself. im gonna have so much fun playing with you” you mumbled under your breath. grabbing a certain genital-shaped object from his closet that you were planning to use on him for hours upon end.

juli!! do you have any headcanons of what johnny is like in bed?

maybe... how big he is? how loud he is? what does he like and dislike? 🤤

SHEP MY BELOVED💕💕

I certainly do so oh boy, *cracks knuckles* here I go simping again.

Warning, I'm unhinged, typing this on my phone so be prepared for spelling mistakes ✨ they add flavor)

MDNI

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Johnny NSFW Head-canons 😩

NSFW warning duh

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Man's pretty well endowed, nice length, and a nice girth. He ain't got nothing to be ashamed about certainly.

Johnny is pretty loud, he likes to try to hold back but half way through he won't be able to hold back his blissful moans, cry's and screams.

Back in the day he was a selfish lover, only caring about his own pleasure, but after the accident he becomes more of a giver. Loves to spoil his partner rotten with praise and loving nicknames.

He gives me hella switch vibes. He likes to dominate, but also loves to be dominated from time to time.

He certainly cries from joy during Sex and his accent comes out full force when he gets close.

Absolutely loves having his partners play with his upper body. Touch him, lick him, he loves it all, since his upper body has become so sensitive.

Probably doesn't like to be restraint but loves restraining his Partners. (I'm sure he knows some fancy technics! 👀)

Has the mose lewd/sexy faces imaginable. Like come on. Don't tell me he wouldn't look hella fine while coming undone.

Yandere JoJo Headcanons: What Makes Them Dangerous (Johnny Joestar)

Johnny’s dark determination coupled with his need to maintain his delusions are his most dangerous traits. These two factors cause Johnny to be a yandere no one wants to trifle with. His Stand, Tusk, is one of the strongest Stands there is and his ability to use Spin adds a double whammy of danger to the mix. Once Johnny has decided that you and him are a couple, that’s it. You just ARE a couple. He doesn’t care if you agree with him or not. Rejection? Don’t be stupid. No really, Reader, don’t be stupid. Rejecting him will stir up the seeds of resentment in him and believe me when I say you don’t want that. Having Johnny obsess over you is one thing, but being on his bad side is a recipe for disaster. 

Keep Johnny happy, Reader. That’s your best bet for survival. Why did I say “survival”? Why do you think? Johnny doesn’t have very many people left in his life and he’ll cling to anyone that is still sticking around. He has some extreme abandonment issues and they only get worse if something happens to Gyro. If it ends up with just you and Johnny left to deal with Valentine, Johnny’s fragile hold on reality will snap. 

The time to escape him is long, long passed by this point. Now you’re stuck with a Johnny who views you as the love of his life and believes you to feel the same. Even if you don’t, you’d better keep that to yourself. Johnny doesn’t want to hear it. Does Johnny actually love you? Well, he certainly thinks he does. Even if it isn't what a stable minded person would call love, Johnny still has an extreme attachment to you. Whatever the case, his main goal now is to keep you safe from his enemies and if that means locking you away somewhere that no one will find you, then so be it. You will live out the rest of your days with Johnny as he forces you to pretend to be his little lover. And you’d better play along, Reader. Stand up to him or ruin his fantasy in any way and he’ll make you regret ever having been born. If by some EXTREMELY slim chance you manage to escape him, prepare to live the rest of your life on the run. You will go mad from the paranoia of never knowing just when he’ll catch up to you (and he WILL catch up to you). Once he finds you again, he’ll make sure that running away never crosses your mind ever again. I’d wish you luck, Reader, but if you managed to get Johnny as a yandere, then your luck has run out.